FHLaven - Hello Poetry

It’s nighttime, of course. It’s wet outside, and it’s not raining. Muffled voices, winded cries. I don’t want to be here no more. Frowning til I hurt. Hoping someone will save me From the balcony.

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Feb 3, 2020

Feb 3, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC

FHLaven

Balcony

It’s nighttime, of course. It’s wet outside, and it’s not raining. Muffled voices, winded cries. I don’t want to be here no more. Frowning til I hurt. Hoping someone will save me From the balcony.

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I could never forgive myself for the things I’ve done. I was your light in the dark; I was everything you lived for. How could I even throw this away? An incredible best friend, family, and friends. I don’t know, the cold hits me hardest too. I’ll do the things you tell me; I will do anything to be able to be that hope again. To have someone like you in my life Is worth risking all I have.

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Apr 21, 2019

Apr 21, 2019 at 1:56 AM UTC

FHLaven

Hope

I could never forgive myself for the things I’ve done. I was your light in the dark; I was everything you lived for. How could I even throw this away? An incredible best friend, family, and friends. I don’t know, the cold hits me hardest too. I’ll do the things you tell me; I will do anything to be able to be that hope again. To have someone like you in my life Is worth risking all I have.

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Is it okay if I stay and say hello for a while Or is it true what I say I hate but I do The waking hours knowing you’re alive Makes me wonder are we ever going to be alright And when the sun sets and tomorrow’s here Should I care, behave, like you liked me to be There is time the healer who fixes all But still I love the one The one who is patiently waiting for me The one who loves me too

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Dec 14, 2018

Dec 14, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC

FHLaven

Rights and Wrongs

Is it okay if I stay and say hello for a while Or is it true what I say I hate but I do The waking hours knowing you’re alive Makes me wonder are we ever going to be alright And when the sun sets and tomorrow’s here Should I care, behave, like you liked me to be There is time the healer who fixes all But still I love the one The one who is patiently waiting for me The one who loves me too

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somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the color of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

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FHLaven

Nov 3, 2017

Nov 3, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC

E. E. Cummings

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose or if your wish be to close me, i and my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending; nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the color of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

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i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones,and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new

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FHLaven

Nov 3, 2017

Nov 3, 2017 at 7:25 AM UTC

E. E. Cummings

I Like My Body When It Is With Your

i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones,and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new

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Better that every fiber crack and fury make head, blood drenching vivid couch, carpet, floor and the snake-figured almanac vouching you are a million green counties from here, than to sit mute, twitching so under prickling stars, with stare, with curse blackening the time goodbyes were said, trains let go, and I, great magnanimous fool, thus wrenched from my one kingdom.

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FHLaven

Nov 1, 2017

Nov 1, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC

Sylvia Plath

Monologue At 3 AM

Better that every fiber crack and fury make head, blood drenching vivid couch, carpet, floor and the snake-figured almanac vouching you are a million green counties from here, than to sit mute, twitching so under prickling stars, with stare, with curse blackening the time goodbyes were said, trains let go, and I, great magnanimous fool, thus wrenched from my one kingdom.

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say, all i wanna do is take a little walk down town smoke a few cigarettes your eyes are grey as **** i only have one wish let me take a picture, of this. keep it in my memories for i'll forget you the next day oooh, oooh all i wanna do is take a little walk down town smoke a few cigarettes your eyes are grey as **** why do i keep? doing this. i get no sleep anymore anyways though i keep on dreaming of you everyday though - all i wanna do is take a little walk down town smoke a few cigarettes your eyes grey as ****

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Apr 3, 2017

Apr 3, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC

FHLaven

all i wanna do is

say, all i wanna do is take a little walk down town smoke a few cigarettes your eyes are grey as **** i only have one wish let me take a picture, of this. keep it in my memories for i'll forget you the next day oooh, oooh all i wanna do is take a little walk down town smoke a few cigarettes your eyes are grey as **** why do i keep? doing this. i get no sleep anymore anyways though i keep on dreaming of you everyday though - all i wanna do is take a little walk down town smoke a few cigarettes your eyes grey as ****

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pretty grey eyes the sun is saying it's goodbyes though he lights another one up we make our way towards the town my feelings are immersed in his fragile innocence -- fingers linger

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Mar 8, 2017

Mar 8, 2017 at 3:51 AM UTC

FHLaven

more than small talk

pretty grey eyes the sun is saying it's goodbyes though he lights another one up we make our way towards the town my feelings are immersed in his fragile innocence -- fingers linger

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I see you. You're painted in an infinite amount of colors. You sing and play guitar. Tonight we texted and my heart still races. How do I fall in love? **** like this'll do.

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Mar 6, 2017

Mar 6, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC

FHLaven

Hi

I see you. You're painted in an infinite amount of colors. You sing and play guitar. Tonight we texted and my heart still races. How do I fall in love? **** like this'll do.

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Mom's texting "where are you?", to my boyfriend - who is asleep. Her threat annoys me, I am okay. I know better. Though I'm a kid. I got a good friend, got driven home. Submitting to my elders is what I do best, I'm a kid.

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Dec 24, 2016

Dec 24, 2016 at 3:22 AM UTC

FHLaven

I'm A Kid

Mom's texting "where are you?", to my boyfriend - who is asleep. Her threat annoys me, I am okay. I know better. Though I'm a kid. I got a good friend, got driven home. Submitting to my elders is what I do best, I'm a kid.

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